<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716</id><updated>2011-08-02T02:59:45.296+08:00</updated><category term='My first post. Pfft.'/><category term='3 months left. SPRINT.'/><category term='I wanna hairstyle like Cone McCaslin'/><category term='Up to you guys to judge. No regrets.'/><category term='slacking kills.'/><category term='Someone tell me where I can get &quot;VANS&quot; merch.'/><category term='Wanna be my shoppin&apos; partna?'/><category term='Eva Mendes is getting SUPER hotter. *Melting.*'/><category term='desires'/><category term='Insult-ers'/><category term='&apos;Plain Jane Automobile&apos; is an Indie band. Their songs are cool.'/><category term='BURN.'/><category term='Kun Fayaa Kuun.'/><category term='Skate?'/><category term='Outing with Syaf nd Yani.'/><category term='p/s: I REALLY HOPE YOU READ IT.'/><category term='I want that CEP course very very badly.'/><category term='Fill me'/><category term='Come join me. Its MUSE damnit.'/><category term='Happy New Year everyone. :)'/><category term='A week without update. Sorry.'/><category term='Matt Bellamy.'/><category term='Heart&apos;s beating again. for the moment...'/><category term='Felt motivated for gym visits.'/><category term='Can you meet me halfway.'/><category term='I&apos;m in love with a pornstar.'/><category term='After watching Uninvited'/><category term='Starlight lasers are soul-capturing.'/><category term='Facing life like a real man.'/><category term='Drink'/><category term='I&apos;m in Love. DEEP LOVE.'/><category term='Money is revolving around soccer now.'/><category term='Screwed.'/><category term='Emily Browning is the new love.'/><category term='17 points?'/><category term='Burn 10kg in 2 months. Hopefully.'/><category term='Happy New Year. -.-'/><category term='&quot;THIS IDIOT IS LOVESICK.&quot;'/><category term='Agnes Monica.'/><category term='Human change and behave differently overtime.'/><category term='Missing someone AGAIN.'/><category term='Not satisfied with my blog skin.'/><category term='I hope God is forgiving enough for all my sins.'/><category term='EXPLOSION.'/><category term='Bass amplifier'/><category term='...'/><category term='Weight Gainer.'/><category term='Randy Orton.'/><category term='I need a freakin bass.'/><category term='I wanna sit on an electric chair.'/><category term='Drank'/><category term='Miss blogging.'/><category term='I wanna run away from this fucking hell(exclaimation mark)'/><category term='After O-Levels: BOGEL.'/><category term='ERMA is her name.'/><category term='I have the most annoying siblings in the world.'/><category term='Singapore Polytechnic: Electrical and Electronics Engineering'/><category term='I&apos;ll take back my words. Not my first sunburn.'/><category term='DRUNK.'/><category term='Jamming session'/><category term='Transformers 2 gerek gileeeee.'/><category term='burn fat'/><category term='I&apos;m different from you.'/><category term='INFATUATION is killing me.'/><category term='Please be on my side &apos;moderation&apos;.'/><category term='20 points or below please.'/><category term='MERRY CHRISTMAS.'/><category term='Need that MUSE Tee at HMV.'/><category term='Hope to see you again Armin'/><title type='text'>Dimps.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-7162861678633632844</id><published>2010-03-31T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:12:56.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lazy to blog already. okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-7162861678633632844?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/7162861678633632844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=7162861678633632844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7162861678633632844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7162861678633632844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/03/lazy-to-blog-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-7555454706230382873</id><published>2010-03-01T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:03:23.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wanna be my shoppin&apos; partna?'/><title type='text'>Smile like you mean it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/S4rJukDk9GI/AAAAAAAAABA/iM1C6pxCgL0/s1600-h/ion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/S4rJukDk9GI/AAAAAAAAABA/iM1C6pxCgL0/s320/ion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dayme. I need to shop. Like seriously. I miss grabbing tees and accessories like no man's world. Esprit tees. 20 bucks okayyyy. Other outlets will cost you around 60? Now I know how it feels like when girls are dying to shop. And when is Levi's gonna have a fucking sale. I just need a jeans. Faded jeans will be nice. Argh! And I want those Ray Ban shades toooo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-7555454706230382873?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/7555454706230382873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=7555454706230382873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7555454706230382873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7555454706230382873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-like-you-mean-it.html' title='Smile like you mean it.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/S4rJukDk9GI/AAAAAAAAABA/iM1C6pxCgL0/s72-c/ion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5379591012674588012</id><published>2010-02-27T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T03:34:54.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Can you meet me halfway.'/><title type='text'>Bore-ling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just pure lazy to blog anymore. There's nothing much to talk about here. Only blabber about your recounts and lame and nonsense stuff. Just to kill time. Haiyooo so boling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5379591012674588012?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/5379591012674588012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=5379591012674588012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5379591012674588012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5379591012674588012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/02/bore-ling.html' title='Bore-ling.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2983135460693804645</id><published>2010-02-09T03:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T04:03:31.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starlight lasers are soul-capturing.'/><title type='text'>A Phenomenal Big Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUSE = ORGASM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUSE = AWESOME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MUSE = THE BEST BAND IN THE WORLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mayne I miss MUSE deeply. One of my friend truly said. "Sooner or later, you'll feel the empty feeling." It ended like too soon. 2hrs is too short I guess. But the setlist was unbelievable. They played their utmost hits, which in turn to be worthier than $158 bucks. The crowd were fucking awesome. Scream along to all the songs. Lost my voice the next day. Pussy. Saosin and Rise Against were good too. But, MUSE killed everything. Plug in Baby and Starlight are the best of the night. Time is Running Out is classic. Just search "Muse Big Night Out" at Youtube and you know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come back again MUSE. No matter how long it takes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2983135460693804645?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2983135460693804645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2983135460693804645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2983135460693804645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2983135460693804645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/02/httpwww.html' title='A Phenomenal Big Night Out'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6343315059696906540</id><published>2010-01-29T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:12:32.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m in Love. DEEP LOVE.'/><title type='text'>NP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posted to: Ngee Ann Poly. Electrical Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna appeal. But I dont know which engineering course that I'm interested in. The best way is through common engineering. And thats in SP. So I can gauge my abilities and interest. And now I'm really lost. Somebody in Engineering line help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6343315059696906540?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6343315059696906540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6343315059696906540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6343315059696906540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6343315059696906540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/01/posted-to-ngee-ann-poly.html' title='NP.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6183392051449288560</id><published>2010-01-20T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:29:39.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slacking kills.'/><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hate sitting in front of the desktop or lying on my bed doing nothing. There's nothing interesting on the web or on the TV. There's nothing I can do at home. I wanna go out. I need cash. I wanna shop. At home, food is the only companion. But it kills. As in my fats will be smiling. Another shit. Work? There's no work for the past 2 weeks. Dayme. Was lucky all this while that I had soccer every night. But in the daytime... Pure slack. Maybe I should hit the gym more often. I wanna start school fast. So I can fill my time with anything. Just anything. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6183392051449288560?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6183392051449288560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6183392051449288560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6183392051449288560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6183392051449288560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-73372822389351714</id><published>2010-01-12T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:21:39.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want that CEP course very very badly.'/><title type='text'>25/23 points</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeahh, yeahh. 23 points whatever. Even if that I got to use CCA points to minus. Hmmm. I'm still in dilemma man, although people has gone around saying "congrats bro." But I'm still not satisfied over it even though it's a little too late to mourn. All I can do is to pray hard that I can have the opportunity to squeeze into SP. God-Willing. PLEAASEE. RP is okay, but I wish to shoot higher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st Choice: Common Engineering Programme(CEP)-SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd: Mechanical Engineering-SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3rd: Mechanical Engineering-NP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4th: Electrical Engineering-NP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear God, I want this badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-73372822389351714?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/73372822389351714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=73372822389351714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/73372822389351714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/73372822389351714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/01/2523-points.html' title='25/23 points'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-7510517596482591144</id><published>2010-01-11T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:04:11.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20 points or below please.'/><title type='text'>2PM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARANOID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARANOID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARANOIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-7510517596482591144?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/7510517596482591144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=7510517596482591144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7510517596482591144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7510517596482591144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/01/2pm.html' title='2PM.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8538134692087874266</id><published>2010-01-07T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:25:25.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I hope God is forgiving enough for all my sins.'/><title type='text'>Doomsday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O" LEVELS RESULT THIS MONDAY. AT 2PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was what was displayed from a msg received from dad. Fear started to fill me up. Tsk. Haiyooo. Relax laa brudder. Tomorrow visiting poly open houses and catching Avatar 3D. Hope its an awesome day tomorrow. Its 3 in the morning. Too tired to babble. Bed-romancing is the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8538134692087874266?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8538134692087874266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8538134692087874266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8538134692087874266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8538134692087874266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/01/doomsday.html' title='Doomsday'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2853568425029686437</id><published>2010-01-05T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:08:50.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year everyone. :)'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A New Year. Which means a new me. I wanna change into a new leaf badly. I've been a sick moron for the past year. Just need a spark that can change everything in me. I need to look myself into the mirror and reflect. Sometimes I'm asking questions to myself, why am I like a faggot. Sigh. I'm begging that Discipline would slowly show me the path. So that procrastination will be eliminated. Cause its the worst part in me. Dragging when doing things or even before doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the 'O' Levels results are drawing nearer and nearer. I'm starting to feel all tensed up. Shyte. I just need 22 points or better. Hopes are high at the moment. Sigh. How I wish I could work extra harder during sec 5. Stupid asshole. No use mourning. IF only there's a restart button to life. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2853568425029686437?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2853568425029686437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2853568425029686437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2853568425029686437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2853568425029686437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8415483197978532421</id><published>2009-12-22T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T05:39:55.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good Day! Hahhh. Shopping  yesterday was a real "ease-my-ass". Bought a new pair of VANS! shoes dammit! Hahha. Almost had 2 pairs of another sleek design but had no size for me. So I bought only a pair. And no VANS! tees at the moment. Darn. An OBEY-brand tee, GUCCI wallet and Rasta-looking bangles were also grabbed. Nabey. My Levi's belt looked so flawless. Plus a BillaBong board-shorts blah3. Shizz. Although all the price tags were indicated in "RM", but its sure worth it. Where can you get a 2 VANS! shoes for only $80? Okay it was an "almost-got-it" situation. Hahh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next week, will be Part 2 of shopping week. Wanna grab that Zara grey jeans and some plain tees. Still searching for VANS! tees and have always prevail. Please show me some of those tees! In need of a berms too. Dickies will do, although its common. I just hope that Zara jeans will still be in that shop, please. Okay take care guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8415483197978532421?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8415483197978532421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8415483197978532421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8415483197978532421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8415483197978532421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/12/drop.html' title='Drop.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5776859316535827607</id><published>2009-12-16T05:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:25:23.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope to see you again Armin'/><title type='text'>ARMIN VAN BUUREN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ZOUK OUT '09 WAS THE REAL SHIZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night was superb and colourful. DJs blasting their substances. Audience were on "CRAZE" mode. But there's only one DJ that has made my night so awesome. ARMIN VAN BUUREN. He was explosive, I swear. I used to dislike these House or Trance music. But when the supermassive speakers were blasted at about 10 to 15 meters in front of me, I was HYPNOTIZED. As if my soul was shifted to somewhere else. Problems were dispersed at that moment and you feel calm, I swear. No wonder people were bowing to him. He's the world's number 2 DJ. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5776859316535827607?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/5776859316535827607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=5776859316535827607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5776859316535827607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5776859316535827607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/12/armin-van-buuren.html' title='ARMIN VAN BUUREN!'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-4523143465441260998</id><published>2009-12-08T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:33:50.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m in love with a pornstar.'/><title type='text'>Shagged~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hollas! Tired and I'm bored. A week of sleepless nights. Work, work and work. Dayme. Fri and Sat was hell. Fri: worked till 5 on a Sat morning. Went home, got ready for soccer training at Sengkang Sec. Fucking exhausting marne. Suicide training. After that meet the band mates and jammed at Chinese Garden. Okay laa. Not bad. Eat at IMM. Went home. SLEEEEEEEEEPPP till the whole day. SHIOKKK! Gonna SSDC. Run to Robinsons to get some Polo tees. Sale beb. Okayyy bye poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-4523143465441260998?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/4523143465441260998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=4523143465441260998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/4523143465441260998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/4523143465441260998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/12/shagged.html' title='Shagged~'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8374195899810332681</id><published>2009-12-02T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T02:57:30.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please be on my side &apos;moderation&apos;.'/><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I feel so lost and worried. Although I shouldn't. It always runs through my mind. Thinking about where my future will lie. Careless mistakes in Maths 2 are really haunting me. Sigh. I really have no idea of what my results going to be. I should be enjoying, not thinking about my results. Even if I flop, theres nothing I could do about it. There was once when I pictured the scenario randomly, when I'm left a few seconds to view my results. Nervousness fuels me and when I glanced at my results, they aren't what I'm expecting. That's when my heart will shatter again for the 2nd time and my life will be in a pandemonium state. What worries me more is the fucking 'moderation' that will moderate all of our results. Shit, I'm feeling really worried and paranoid right now. I need to calm myself down. 22 points and below will be just nice. And I'm praying hard that I wont make it to RP, although the school is geographically tempting for me. Few blocks away to the school. Oh God, please help me to calm my soul down. Berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8374195899810332681?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8374195899810332681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8374195899810332681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8374195899810332681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8374195899810332681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/12/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-673004958568540638</id><published>2009-11-27T04:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:11:14.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Come join me. Its MUSE damnit.'/><title type='text'>Big Night Out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FINALLY BOUGHT THE "BIG NIGHT OUT" TIXXXXX.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Featuring Saosin, Rise Against and MUSE! Wohhhohoooo! I hope its fucking worth it - $168 bucks. Actually was $158, coz its 10 bucks off before 30th Nov. Free Standing beb. Hehehee. + $3 booking fee and whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YEAHHHH!! But the bad point for this whole thing so far is that Im going alone to the show. So far laa. I dont know who will tag along since its a lil expensive. But i feel that its better for me to go alone. Idk why. Jump, scream and cry to their songs alone. I dont mind if he or she who wanna tag along buys a cheaper tix. Hmmms. Idk. I suddenly asked one of my mutual friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ME: "Hey macha, you also going BNO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HIM: "Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME: I thought you not a fan of muse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HIM: I like their songs arr, EARGASM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME: Whoa. Salute you man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the first ever time that people said these words. Whoaa. All these while I only heard that they are pussies or lousy. Hahh. Fuck it. I really cant wait. All the hard work = good pay = MUSE live. Really(x100) cant wait for that night. Alongside Saosin is also "not bad", at least. Rise Against also OKAYY laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YEAHHHHH! BIG NIGHT OUT, HEREEEE I CUMMMMM!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohh, and if you think that I'm boasting about this, then FUCK YOU. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-673004958568540638?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/673004958568540638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=673004958568540638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/673004958568540638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/673004958568540638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-night-out.html' title='Big Night Out.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-1020140153785635547</id><published>2009-11-24T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:35:01.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily Browning is the new love.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After watching Uninvited'/><title type='text'>Thierry Henry = Hidden Pussy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Work, work and work. Tiring and demanding. But, I like the pay. $$$!. Hahahaha. I didn't expect to get a huge some for the past 2 weeks. Total of 500 bucks. Shit mayne! This is the life mayne. Whoa I'm gonna splash my cash on car license shits and grabbing that Big Night Out tix. Wohoo! MUSE here I come!!! Plus... ZOUK OUT. Yeah. I'll be looking forward for it. By the end of the week, I hope to get a 100 bucks to sum a nice month. I'll give mum about half of the whole 600 and then I'll learn how to save. Tempting huh. Feel like grabbing a new PS3 now. BUT, these are the dangerous points. Having lotsa money in my hand. I need to learn to be thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to find more entertainment between Mons to Weds. Damn boring. Other than going to the gym to tear the muscles. After that was pure boredom. I need to fill my PSP some new games and shit. Damn I cant stop worrying about my O levels. Fucktard. Okay tired now. Blog again soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-1020140153785635547?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/1020140153785635547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=1020140153785635547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1020140153785635547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1020140153785635547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/11/thierry-henry-hidden-pussy.html' title='Thierry Henry = Hidden Pussy.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-4970055956311774915</id><published>2009-11-11T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:16:31.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fill me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desires'/><title type='text'>Officially ended.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ITS FINALLY OVER. OVER, OVER, OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more O' levels shit. It will be the last time that I'll learn or indulge or whatever word you wanna describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck the careless mistakes and the wrong answers. Ive tried my fucking best and I just hope for the best. Or maybe pray that there are others who are careless too. Muahahaha. Fuck it. Just Enjoy. Tomorrow soccer at The Cage. The best medicine. Friday going jamming. Hopefully everything's smooth like Alba's ass. Okay take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohh, thanks to Naz, add&amp;nbsp; PS3 into my wish list. I wanna buy a new one if my results are thumbs up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-4970055956311774915?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/4970055956311774915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=4970055956311774915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/4970055956311774915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/4970055956311774915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/11/officially-ended.html' title='Officially ended.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2491688521599277743</id><published>2009-11-09T15:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:24:48.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burn 10kg in 2 months. Hopefully.'/><title type='text'>KNN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nbcb. Man U lost. Knn. Shit uhhh. Wrong kick start to my P.O.L.A.R..(Post O Levels Activities Rocks) Hahaha. Lame right? Shut up bitch. Too stress till crap too much. Man U dont deserve the loss! They played superbly well. Nvm. Just fuck it. But the best highlight through the match is when Evans kicked Dogbra in the chest, twice, while 50/50 on the ball. Fuhhh, nice. If you watched the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cant wait to start work. Cash will be flowing in my wallet. Wohhooo. And things will fill my wardrobe. Anything. New pair of Vans. Tees and Lees. Lee jeans laa bongok. Most probably I wont blog that much. Busy beb. Bye kumbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAR LICENSE&lt;br /&gt;Reef wallet&lt;br /&gt;Slick sling bag&lt;br /&gt;Black Lee jeans&lt;br /&gt;Berms. Khaki and Black&lt;br /&gt;Fat burnt, then muscles&lt;br /&gt;Lose 10kg&lt;br /&gt;A new AdiPure&lt;br /&gt;Zara belt&lt;br /&gt;Tees, tees and tees&lt;br /&gt;Finally, hope to make it to NP. Mechanical Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2491688521599277743?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2491688521599277743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2491688521599277743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2491688521599277743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2491688521599277743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/11/knn.html' title='KNN.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-1895087709495335005</id><published>2009-11-08T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:35:17.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna sit on an electric chair.'/><title type='text'>_|_</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back. O' Levels are kinda over. Stupid Cambridge to make it sooo easy. Till careless mistakes are countless. Fucking bitch. Dayme ive tried my best. Nevermind, I just have to hope for the best. I need my comp back. Place heal yourself fast. Tsk. The word now that keeps running in my mind is COMPENSATE. Why? Cause Ive been missing all the fun since August. Ive missed soccer like kumbang. I need them to fill me now. I wanna work. Have a full load in my wallet and SHOP. Seriously. I miss those times. My body has turn to fats. And now I have to strive AGAIN to burn it or change it into muscle. I also miss gymming. Knn. I promise myself to award myself a new PS3 if I got into other poly except RP. Actually RP is good, but its too near. So boling. I need to get to NP. Please. God save me please. Nevermind, just fuck it. Blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-1895087709495335005?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/1895087709495335005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=1895087709495335005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1895087709495335005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1895087709495335005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='_|_'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2730756876625753260</id><published>2009-09-04T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:56:41.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BURN.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burn fat'/><title type='text'>No Title.</title><content type='html'>Blogger's getting worse. Dont know what has recently happen. Life has never been monotonous. Nearly 5 hrs a day studying like mad dog. But its good. Now Im almost ready to go for war. 1 month plus. Cant wait to finish it. Then bogel. Other than studying, Ive got some time off for soccer. Its training, not for leisure kick-arounds. And this week has no break days. Last mon and tues, training. Wed, soccer at NYP. Just now, "suicide" fitness training. 8 rounds of jogging and then sprinting up the slope. Mother-toot. And only lost 2 kg within 2 weeks?! #%&amp;amp;*$%&amp;amp;$! Tsk. And 4 of my friends has the same blardy plan: Break fast at Geylang. Tsk. Alot of places to go they chose Geylang. 2 of them at the same day which is today. Ya Allah. Matreps and makciks all over. Somemore the place is hot. Haiyoo. Finally, Arsenal is raped by Diaby. Hahahaa! Bodohh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2730756876625753260?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2730756876625753260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2730756876625753260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2730756876625753260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2730756876625753260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-title.html' title='No Title.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2351935529498125586</id><published>2009-08-23T02:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:46:07.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='17 points?'/><title type='text'>Beats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SpA64Vk42wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vdFlPEqVfU8/s1600-h/banner_300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SpA64Vk42wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vdFlPEqVfU8/s320/banner_300x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372859094991952642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh. BayBeats coming up this weekend. The biggest stage and every band's dreams to perform in front of a very large crowd. My pit-stop after long hours of studying and to enjoy local music shit. But still, feeling worried as ever. Just checked out last year's DAE book for poly entry and found out that the course that I wanted is worth 17 points? Mother-jsueapasdfinasif?! Cheebs. Sigh. Strive and Sprint. Tsk. Nevermind. Hopefully I'll taste the SWEET reward when the day I'll collect my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2351935529498125586?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2351935529498125586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2351935529498125586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2351935529498125586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2351935529498125586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/08/beats.html' title='Beats.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SpA64Vk42wI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vdFlPEqVfU8/s72-c/banner_300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5532080315334764719</id><published>2009-08-21T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:14:51.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Someone tell me where I can get &quot;VANS&quot; merch.'/><title type='text'>Seduce me Vans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wahh. Blogger healed already. Hahh. Niceeeeee. Wahh cb. cant believe Man u lost. fuckshit. Sial laa. Against Burnley somemore. Also cannot win. Tsk. Fuck it laa. And it has been about 3 weeks since I touched or kicked a blardy ball. Surprised too. Controlled myself and force to study. I REALLY DONT WANNA FLOPP AGAIN. Nononooonoo dont. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch 'UP', but saving the money for dont know what. Nevermind I'll spend for watching Final Destination then. I need VANS! tees but I dont know where to find here in Singapore. Dayme. Just now I checked my closet where I keep all my notes there. Blue, red, green. Money lahh. Yaa, realised that I only have 140++ bucks? Fuck marne. Cb. Must pay for New Era tees for about 100 bucks lets say. Left 40 bucks how to survive. Tsk bitch laa. Haiyoo must wait till after O's then throw myself into 'my old working life'. Sibei jialat. After O levels I really gonna enjoy till dropp. From dusk to dawn I tell you. The best thing: PARTYYYEEEEEE TILL MORNINGG!  And I'm gonna award myself a new ps3 if I can make it to poly. Hopefully. Okay tired of studying Chem already. Crashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy bye~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5532080315334764719?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/5532080315334764719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=5532080315334764719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5532080315334764719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5532080315334764719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Seduce me Vans.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8024146562095873497</id><published>2009-08-20T04:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:19:01.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXPLOSION.'/><title type='text'>Potassium + H20 =..........?</title><content type='html'>Never felt better while studying just now in the afternoon. Studied Science for the past 2 weeks. And I wanna finish my Science by the end of this week. Then have to face Motherfucker Maths. E maths okay uhh. But A Maths... Mcm nk terkencit. But still overall okay laa, I like the challenge. exactly 2 months. With only 2 subjects left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just now fun. Finally I realise how dumb I am to think that Chem is difficult. My classmate taught me for 1/2 hr, then can do balancing equation already. Okay theres more I've learnt laa actually. But its about understanding you moron. Satisfaction's filling me. Yeah thanks Adi and Marcus. Die2, by the end of this week I have to finish Science bodoh. Sigh. If only we could freeze the time. Or at least make 1 sec like 1 hr. Mepek. I hope the devil in me wont whisper to me to procrastinate or make myself lazy. Or else... I dont know. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English pon cam cb. Oral's haunting me. Spontaneous, Creativity, Fluent. All different kinds of words. Tsk. Nevermind. Just shut up now and study while there's still a whole lot of time, bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8024146562095873497?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8024146562095873497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8024146562095873497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8024146562095873497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8024146562095873497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/08/caesium-h20.html' title='Potassium + H20 =..........?'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5686972473143590754</id><published>2009-08-14T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:35:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EPL.</title><content type='html'>EPL kicking off soon. And another interesting season awaits. I dont know who the hell are these people but their predictions are interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Brewin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premier League top four: Chelsea, Liverpool, Manchester United, Manchester City&lt;br /&gt;Premier League relegation: Portsmouth, Hull City, Birmingham City&lt;br /&gt;FA Cup: Liverpool&lt;br /&gt;Carling Cup: Manchester City&lt;br /&gt;Europa League: Rubin Kazan&lt;br /&gt;Champions League: Real Madrid&lt;br /&gt;Player of the Year: Fernando Torres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale Johnson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premier League top four: Manchester United, Chelsea, Liverpool, Manchester City&lt;br /&gt;Premier League relegation: Burnley, Portsmouth, Hull City&lt;br /&gt;FA Cup: Everton&lt;br /&gt;League Cup: Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;Europa League: Werder Bremen&lt;br /&gt;Champions League: Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Player of the Year: Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premier League top four: Manchester United, Liverpool, Chelsea, Arsenal&lt;br /&gt;Premier League relegation: Burnley, Portsmouth, Wolves&lt;br /&gt;FA Cup: Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;League Cup: Manchester City&lt;br /&gt;Europa League: Villarreal&lt;br /&gt;Champions League: Real Madrid&lt;br /&gt;Player of the Year: Fernando Torres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Raynor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premier League top four: Liverpool, Manchester United, Chelsea, Arsenal&lt;br /&gt;Premier League relegation: Burnley, Hull City, Portsmouth&lt;br /&gt;FA Cup: Manchester City&lt;br /&gt;League Cup: Tottenham Hotspur&lt;br /&gt;Europa League: Twente Enschede&lt;br /&gt;Champions League: Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Player of the Year: Fernando Torres &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premier League top four: Manchester United, Liverpool, Chelsea, Everton/Man City&lt;br /&gt;Premier League relegation: Burnley, Wolves, Portsmouth&lt;br /&gt;FA Cup: Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;League Cup: Everton&lt;br /&gt;Europa League: Shrug&lt;br /&gt;Champions League: Barca!&lt;br /&gt;Player of the Year: Wayne Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5686972473143590754?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/5686972473143590754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=5686972473143590754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5686972473143590754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5686972473143590754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/08/epl.html' title='EPL.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3924103320724499714</id><published>2009-07-29T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:28:25.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='After O-Levels: BOGEL.'/><title type='text'>Mak dier peh laki.</title><content type='html'>The blog rosak already laa cb. Mak dia pehh laki. No fonts and colours barr. Then cannot autosave. Sibai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old hair. Left display pict. And the long hair also. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shop: all VANS shoes, dozens of LEE jeans and cool printed tees in this world but impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play soccer. Both field and street soccer. But have to face O-levels prep. Shitt. But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-Levels: 2 months plus. FACE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3924103320724499714?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3924103320724499714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3924103320724499714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3924103320724499714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3924103320724499714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/07/mak-dier-peh-laki.html' title='Mak dier peh laki.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-305053875713159381</id><published>2009-07-26T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T06:06:30.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money is revolving around soccer now.'/><title type='text'>With money.</title><content type='html'>Owen will be a good replacement for Van Nistelrooy and Tevez. Hes a good goal poacher. Except for his injury crisis than never fails to haunt him. Tsk. Well, Tevez is a cunt. He wont survive in City. Why? Cause there are 10 strikers along him. Fuck that, bitch. I hope you will have a torn ligament in the derby match. Cmon man, Fergie is the best manager in the whole world. Its disrespecting to condemn him like that. He played you more games than Rooney and Berbatov. Still he condemns the manager. Stats dont lie. We'll wait and see for the next season. Real Madrid and City. Two of the world's richest clubs with star studded players. May they drown among their own sweat, fighting for their positions to play. Hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to NEWCASTLE UNITED? Big names like Martins, Alan Smith and even Duff has submerged deep down. They used to be a big club ahead of pussy City, Villa, Sunderland and Tottenham. St James Park is at its lowest part in their football world. I feel like crying after reading the post that they were trashed by a League One club. Cb la. To the management of Newcastle U: Do something laa please. Save the big names at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-305053875713159381?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/305053875713159381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=305053875713159381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/305053875713159381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/305053875713159381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-money.html' title='With money.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5592229753511276325</id><published>2009-07-19T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:04:40.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='INFATUATION is killing me.'/><title type='text'>Man United.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KL trip to watch Man United was SICK man. The atmosphere is fucking great. I was at the far-end-top of the stands. Shit but the view is still great. Dayme you can see your favourite team and stars in front of your eyes man. Okay maybe not that close. Like I said, the view is nice. The most entertaining game for me. Thumbs up Malaysian team. Respect. The scorer for the Malaysian team is a LUCKIEST BASTARD. He had beaten Ben Foster and Van der Sarrr. Sick marne. And they are playing again tomorrow. Which is today. Sial uhh. How lucky could the Malaysian team be? AGAINST MAN U TWICE. Okay shut up now bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5592229753511276325?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/5592229753511276325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=5592229753511276325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5592229753511276325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5592229753511276325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-united.html' title='Man United.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-1544102758146588629</id><published>2009-07-14T14:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T15:55:51.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months left. SPRINT.'/><title type='text'>Instrumental.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can feel the pressure. Less than 3 months to O-levels. I can feel the heat already. No please. Past is haunting me. But I cant let it repeat again. My motivation is only when I reminisce about the day when I took my o levels result at my school hall. Damn its really chest-tearing experience. A very tight slap in my face. Well I cant "refund" time here. Shitt. I wanna start studying. I need a virgin tight schedule to make myself busy. I can do it. SP is my aim. Cmon dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hardcore music. No more deafening noise in the ears. Its all gonna be left behind for me. Im gonna try to stop listening to heavy music man. Seriously. Its really sickening. Okay maybe melodic-ly, I will listen laa. But it wont capture my attention like last time. Im not saying that I WONT listen to these music forever or what laa. Maybe I'll just listen to it for the sake of listening. Or indie-like should be okay. And I'll listen less to MUSE shits. They are the best band on Earth, I know. But I dont know why this music stream has attracted me alot. Shit mayne. Ive changed direction. Post-Rock. Yeah dude, POST-ROCK is the new shit. Soothing music is reaaaally cool. Or maybe there are some "noisy part" to it. Post rock is actually music that has less or no vocals needed in a song. Yeah, no singing is the best. Everything is through instrumentation. Get to a peaceful place and blast Post-Rock music, then you'll know. There are some samples if you wanna listen to how it may sound through my player. Its a whole new level. Trying to discover how these musicians express themselves in a MONO wayy. This may sound ridiculous to you, but, FUCK YOU. Dont ever judge me. Hmms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-1544102758146588629?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/1544102758146588629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=1544102758146588629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1544102758146588629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1544102758146588629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/07/instrumental.html' title='Instrumental.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3262656676577924735</id><published>2009-06-25T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:25:03.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformers 2 gerek gileeeee.'/><title type='text'>Megan Fox and spilled cheesy-nachos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transformers 2 will make your butt wet for the whole 2 hours. There is non-stop action from first to last. Autobots fighting with each other really will drop your jaw. The storyline is just amazing. No doubt, the movie was directed from 2 of the best directors Spielberg and Michael Bay. Guys, you HAAVE to catch the movie in cinemas. Or will you will have to grin your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and there's other jaw-dropping experience: MEGAN FOX is more like a beauty queen. Okayy she may be hot like Eva Mendes but what catches my interest about her is her LIPS. Yes, the best physical attribute of a lady. For me. Whoaa. Berserk. On the other hand: Adi, Adi. Stupid gelojoh. He spilled his cheesy nachos even before the movies starts. Tunui. Friend said that he put the nachos on his lap before putting his bag on his lap. How foolish could that be? Kan-chiong pe boy? Yeah, I understand. But at least have some patience laa swine. Hmmms. Sick kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3262656676577924735?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3262656676577924735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3262656676577924735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3262656676577924735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3262656676577924735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/06/megan-fox-and-spilled-cheesy-nachos.html' title='Megan Fox and spilled cheesy-nachos.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5176717536437041613</id><published>2009-06-24T02:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T03:21:02.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore Polytechnic: Electrical and Electronics Engineering'/><title type='text'>DEAR XAVI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four months left for Re-O-Levels. Shitte. Posted to Marsiling Sec. And I dont know why I'm feeling so nervous. Not about O levels, but going to the school to do my O levels papers. Stupid bodoh. I have to start studying now marne. And to tell myself that I shouldnt procrastinate everytime I have the thought to open the book and study. Maybe I should taste hardship so that I'll be self conscious about my state now. Should feel grateful that my parents still afford to pay the school fees. But I myself doesnt have the shit to care about my parents. Ungrateful son. Sigh. Now I have some motivation to boost my subjects and to mugg. Taking a friend as an example: His mother is the sole breadwinner of the family. Sad thing is: his mother only eat some breads every single day or for the whole day. Over at my house, food are flooding and sometimes ended up into the rubbish bin. Wasteful. Tsk. Nevermind. Thats not the point here. Moral of story, I have to persevere for my subjects and to score as less points as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the other hand, I cant resist watching XAVI HERNANDEZ in action on the pitch. His passes are breathless, first touches are perfect. And sometimes he can dribble past players like SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Xavi: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you please teach me how do you have a good vision in soccer? And play a PERRRRRFECT ball to the striker with him having only a touch and shooting the ball into the net. You know how to inch-perfect the ball to the striker's leg and you can also influence your teammates on the match. The weight of the ball is ideal and you can flick the ball like dust. And also teach me how'd you have such marvelous first touches. No doubt, you can be a legend in FC Barcelona along with Messi and Eto'o coming behind you. Fuck you cheebye Xavi because your the captain for one of the best teams in the world. You and Zinedine Zidane are my biggest influence in soccer you fucking dick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Od1RLA7xFGg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the same time, I wish kick-about-sessions can be reduced as nothing can ever satisfy me other that soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5176717536437041613?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5176717536437041613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5176717536437041613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-xavi.html' title='DEAR XAVI...'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3968336173008059612</id><published>2009-06-15T02:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:04:58.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna run away from this fucking hell(exclaimation mark)'/><title type='text'>Dear Guitarist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frustration lingers around. Fuck man. Parents always think that we're still "young" and usually they restrict us from tasting "FREEDOM". Sigh. Maybe it's just my typical-minded parents and not yours. Ohh cmon man, its just a day trip to KL and back home on the night itself. I just wanna watch my dream team play in front of my eyes. Although its quite a distance from the stands. Sometimes I dont understand my parents marne. Hmmms. Once I've thought to sneak out my passport and run to KL. Shit. But too much of stupid obstacles running in my mind. Damn. One of it is that, I'll get a freaking bus accident if I betray my parents or something. Stupid right? Fuck. Ahh who cares. But still, I dont know if its over or not. What if there's changes and my parents gave me the Green Light? And realise that my thoughts are true? ..... SNAP! Nonononnooo. This is not a scene from the movie Final Destination you dumbfuck. Touchwood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright dude. I've make this into a less "hurting" way to bring a matter up to you. I've made a previous post which may sound alil harsh for you. Just follow these points and shut up and chill alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You don't have to pester about your band mates like that or make sarcastic tones to make us choke if we came across such phrases through your blog. That's fucking unnecessary dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There's nothing we can do if his decision is final, and as a result we cant jamm like we always do. People are busy with our/their own daily fucking life. We can only feel frustrated to at least make him feel alil guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have passion for this band, thats why I gave honest feedbacks here and there but there are still some setbacks that got in the way. Yeahh, we can always talk about it. Its up to our ears if they wanna listen and take actions appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you think that making songs AllByYourself makes you feel so "lonely", then dont. Yeah, I understand that our vox AtLeast helped here and there. You may ask me for my reasons. Again, i'm not making any harsh statement here so shut the fucking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lastly, if you think that i'm wrong, then you may prepare something to shut me, the fuck up. So dont get so pissed off or get the wrong picture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3968336173008059612?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3968336173008059612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3968336173008059612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3968336173008059612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3968336173008059612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/06/frustrations.html' title='Dear Guitarist.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6215105448234333750</id><published>2009-06-14T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:12:12.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I have the most annoying siblings in the world.'/><title type='text'>Leave Ronnie. Please Stay Tevez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RONALDO'S FINALLY OUT FROM MAN UNITED! WOOHOOOOO! Yeahh, I know some fans couldnt accept the fact that the club's STAR player is gone. Yeahh, I may have to agree that he's the best in the world. But he's to immature to be the best in the world. He has such a fucking poor attitude as a soccer player at the age of 24. Hahh. He don't deserve to be in the spotlight like Roy Keane, Beckham or Cantona or whoever player that deserve to be respected in the club. May he survive at Madrid with that star-studded team. Thanks Ronnie for your goals, flying stepovers and beautiful free kicks. But no thanks for treating Alex Fergie in that way. And Florentino Perez is fucking insane. Kaka, Ronaldo. Who's next? Seems like money is nothing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6215105448234333750?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6215105448234333750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6215105448234333750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6215105448234333750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6215105448234333750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/06/leave-ronnie-please-stay-tevez.html' title='Leave Ronnie. Please Stay Tevez.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-1548941316939832212</id><published>2009-05-29T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:58:32.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kun Fayaa Kuun.'/><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKK!! Muahahaaa. One month plus since my last post. I'm just plain lazy to update here and there. My life has never been boring. I have no entertainment except for my comp here. Every single day repeating the same routine over and over again. Such a bore. But I guess I have many to do or change in my life. Friends around me have said either I have gained weight or my muscles have grown. Hmmms. Hopefully its about the muscles. I hope my body has got used to "gymming" to every 2 days of the week. So grow muscles. GROW. And I wanna start studying for my O levels marne. I wanna make myself busy with studies since my schedule is really "empty". Targeting SP. HOPEFULLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now. Nothing much for me to say. Peace everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-1548941316939832212?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/1548941316939832212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=1548941316939832212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1548941316939832212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1548941316939832212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/05/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6227552073814224728</id><published>2009-04-09T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:25:39.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wanna hairstyle like Cone McCaslin'/><title type='text'>-________-!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh3. This blog is like already dead marne. Weeks without updates. Dead tagboard. (Im not expecting u to flood it u bastard!) Leading a boring life. Such a dragg. Plus a broken down comp at home. Fuck shit. Life has never been so monotone marne. Juggling with gym visits and studies is the only focus for me this year. Pussy. Damn O-Levels. Last year was just a dry run. hahahaa. Am lucky to have cool friends around me at school. (except for some ladies.) Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play soccer at cage tomorrow. In the morning at 9. Darne. That's damn early. Dont know what plan tomorrow after the cage thingy. 3.30 gonna jamm. Again. Sick man. Same old stuff every week. Need to find some new things to do and searching for a new track in life. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6227552073814224728?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6227552073814224728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6227552073814224728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6227552073814224728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6227552073814224728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='-________-!'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8017069412077016367</id><published>2009-03-29T04:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:07:30.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m different from you.'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Earth Hour huh? Pffft. Pathetic. Was at Esplanade just now with Rashy, Mund and Syaheed. Initial plan was to get Syaheed's friend a new drumstick. Then went to get some HMV shirts. But the size wasn't on my side. Stock will come three weeks later. As for the Earth Hor thingy. I think its crap cause its not really in total darkness. Or least 80% of it to be dark. Hahhh. Street lights are bright. Esplanade initially wanted to 'dim' the lights in the building. No change. Hahhh. An interesting plan and organization. But turns out to be a dull outcome. Pfft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Friday was awesome man. Ridwan is the ass! That bastard is impressive. Muhsin finally sang Showbiz. Poweeerrrr. Came back again and jammed for another 1h30mins. Total 3 hrs. Mampos. But enjoyed giler babi. UNO and SHOWBIZZ is the best. 2 of the kick-iest song. And I was FANATIC? Pfft. Whatever dudes. Seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is a cool lyric from a sad song. Have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No It Isn't - Plus 44"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This isn't just goodbye. This is I can't stand you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where the road crashed into the ocean. It rises all around me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now we're barely breathing. A thousand faces we'll choose to ignore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curse my enemies forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This desperation leaves me overjoyed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I listen to you cry. A cry for less attention &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But both my hands are tied. And I'm pushed into the deep end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I listen to you talk but talk is cheap. And my mouth is filled with blood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From trying not to speak. So search for an excuse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And someone to believe you. In foreign dressing rooms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm empty with the need to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lay rotting where I fall. I'm dead from bad intentions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suffocated and embalmed. And now all our dreams are cashed in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You swore you wouldn't lose then lost your brain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make a sound that feels like pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO PLEASE UNDERSTAND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS ISN'T JUST GOODBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS IS I CAN'T STAND YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8017069412077016367?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8017069412077016367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8017069412077016367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8017069412077016367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8017069412077016367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6066807166374146665</id><published>2009-03-25T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:33:33.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weight Gainer.'/><title type='text'>Ankle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dayme man. I had a sprained ankle! That blardy idiot who whacked my leg. Ankle I mean. My teammate also blardy. Give a pussy-like pass. Fight for the ball and got whacked! Urgh, can't walk for a moment. I thought it was a dislocation. Went to polyclinic the next day and went for X-ray. Then, the doctor said... NO CRACK ON THE BONE?! Phew. Lucky man. The doctor was smiling "pathetically" to me. I was damn embarassed man. Hahh. Didn't attend school for two days. Last Monday and Tuesday. Bored though. Hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched BLade Trinity yesterday. Wesley Snipes has a cool body man. Dayme! Triple H was in the movie too. Hahh, stupid vampire. Gym today was exhausting. And was surprised that I have to wait for 2 blardy years to build a nice and firm body. Tsk. Ohh my. Need some motivation and determination. Lack of it. ALOT. And a body like me needs a weight gainer booster?! Dayme thats ridiculous. Hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6066807166374146665?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6066807166374146665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6066807166374146665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6066807166374146665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6066807166374146665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/03/ankle.html' title='Ankle.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-732326729649277776</id><published>2009-03-22T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:30:18.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need that MUSE Tee at HMV.'/><title type='text'>Dead or Alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hellos. Long time since I blogged. Hahahaa. Not much event that took place for me to brag about. Life has been both great and bad. Seriously. Enjoyed school and mates there. Hmms. Made friends with some NYP dudes playing soccer. Hahhha. Been busy with studies. Haiyoo. Shopping. Blaa3. HomeClub-ed yesterday. Hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer just now, and had a bad knock. Fearing that my ankle will get dislocated. Hmmms. Nevemind. Missed crashing into some lectures in NYP. Missing someone badly. Nevermind. hahaha. Okay, blog next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-732326729649277776?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/732326729649277776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=732326729649277776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/732326729649277776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/732326729649277776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or Alive.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-1307764589658630465</id><published>2009-02-27T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:57:59.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva Mendes is getting SUPER hotter. *Melting.*'/><title type='text'>Twisties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lazy to blog these past few days. Always tired uhh beb. It's only between tired and lazy. Hehh. 'TIRED' - gym visits. As for 'LAZY' - No heart-pounding stories to share. Yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a story to babble about. This is just for fun and my over-eggcited-ness. Cause there's an advert on TV3(Malaysian channel) about Twisties Lurve or something. And there's this DROP DEAD GORGEOUS lady who looked like Jessica Alba man. Holy Shit! Really, really. Those who have the TV3 channel, you can wait and watch the advert if you don't understand what I'm babbling about. She's dam gorgeous man. Holy Shit! If she's a S'porean actor, I swear I'm gonna find her. Hahhh! Fucking stalker. And Eva Mendes, I'm still loving you. Okay bye. -___-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-1307764589658630465?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/1307764589658630465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=1307764589658630465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1307764589658630465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1307764589658630465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/laze.html' title='Twisties.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2862347626938788584</id><published>2009-02-23T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:01:29.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Orton.'/><title type='text'>Wrestlers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crunchgear.com/wp-content/photos/randyortonwwe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 425px;" src="http://www.crunchgear.com/wp-content/photos/randyortonwwe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm. Wrestlers have nice curve and defined muscles than can make ladies go crazy huh. Well, it's interesting to know how they got the curves, but it's hard to shape them. Most people said that they consume steroid or some other drugs that can sustain the muscles. Yeahh, I know Muslims can consume them. But even getting booster such as Weight-Gainer or Whey-Protein or whatever, may cost you some pennies. Tsk. And of course, they aren't cheap. Pfft. I hope to get one soon, but don't have enough notes in my wallet. Ohh man, how I wish to have a body like this idiot here. Maybe, it's impossible to get a body like him. But I'll be determined, to have a body something like that in the future man. Maybe not 100% the same. I don't know. I guess I'm just living in my own fantasy world here. Hehhe. Okay full of craps. Have a nice day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2862347626938788584?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2862347626938788584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2862347626938788584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2862347626938788584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2862347626938788584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/wrestlers.html' title='Wrestlers.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-1982281474665572952</id><published>2009-02-22T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:30:55.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Bellamy.'/><title type='text'>'Saturday Evening Fever'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I wanna get myself a lappy man. The feeling is kinda cool I must say when you're sitting in front of the TV with the lappy on your lap. That's why it's called the LAPTOP. -___-! I can't feel that when I'm at home and I don't know why it's kinda tiring sitting in front of the comp. hmm. Ohhh, FYI I'm now at my cousin's house daaa. Came here yesterday. And it's damn enjoying here man. I'm not saying that my home isn't better, but, I don't know. I can feel the freedom here man! hahahaa! But I still, I don't know why. Sitting on a lazy couch, where you can laze on it in any relax posture, and a lappy on my lap like I said earlier. And watching wrestling? Yeahh. Hahahaa. Cool shit man. Over-eggcited beause of it's portability. Pardon my English if it's wrong. :) Hehhe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamm-ed with mates yesterday, went to Esplanade after that. Attractive ladies here and there. Whoaa. And I can't be flamboyant around. Shit. Cause I only wore a black-lame-FSAS T-shirt, black berms and Reef slippers? With a guitar bag on my back. Hahh. Nevermind. Some mat-reps have attractive ladies by their side. I wonder how... To me, it's clearly impossible to get one. I'm not asking for sympathy. But it sucks. Most of the situation, I fell in love with ladies and got to know that they are either attached or they are 'Big-Fuckers' which turns me off. On the other hand, I don't crave for ladies. Ergh. So chill. Nevermind. I'm happy that I'm experiencing a chilling life here. Only alil boring. That's all. Hahhh. Alright, take care guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-1982281474665572952?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/1982281474665572952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=1982281474665572952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1982281474665572952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1982281474665572952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-evening-fever.html' title='&apos;Saturday Evening Fever&apos;'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3895667425566158740</id><published>2009-02-20T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:48:28.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Muscle Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gym has been awesome. Made many friends there. Thanks to Syaheed for guiding me all this while. I think I can't do much without him. So yeahh, thanks. Now I'm more determined to get those muscles pumped up all over my body. Heheh. So hold on, ladies. eye2. Internet connection has been shitty. Tsk. Facebook will be inactive. Sigh. Jamming with mates tomorrow. And dreading for soccer. Hope to play soon. Tsk. Exhausted. Off. Have fun, guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3895667425566158740?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3895667425566158740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3895667425566158740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3895667425566158740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3895667425566158740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/muscle-museum.html' title='Muscle Museum'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-7779609447781663851</id><published>2009-02-17T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:23:38.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skate?'/><title type='text'>draggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been monotonous since started schooling. Back and forth to school. Some practices at home and switch on the television for entertainment. Other than TVs, my PSP will be my companion instead. Sleeping time has always been early. Sigh. Nothing else to do man. Now I can feel the wasted-ness of repeating my 'O' Levels. Darn. Nevertheless, I'll take full opportunity for this year. Hopefully, results will be on my side. Long way to go man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, somehow I find skating activities cool man. I haven't get my hands on them, but maybe, just MAYBE, I'm gonna take a shot at it. Hmmms. I wonder. Cause I find that skaters have a cool life man. They got the decks and their chicks to be flamboyant about. No man, I'm not trying to follow others, but something had sparked in me about skating. Which I don't know why and what. Don't have any impression on me yet, cause I don't promise anything. It's just a consideration. And if I do, it's just for fun out of it. But I'm gonna put my heart on it. Gyeahh! I can feel it man! Hahh. Nevermind. Sleepy now. And gonna crash soon. And ohh, this time round I'm really gonna be missing in action. Facing the comp has been draggy for the past few weeks. Hahh. Will get back soon. Have a good life ahead, guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-7779609447781663851?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/7779609447781663851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=7779609447781663851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7779609447781663851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7779609447781663851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/draggy.html' title='draggy'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-7022981888132684903</id><published>2009-02-10T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:33:42.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up to you guys to judge. No regrets.'/><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;School's cool man. Conducive enviro. Small class. Different kinds of student. All are either quiet or nerd. Only most of them frequently ask questions on something which is obvious. If you know what I mean. But this dude, is such a weirdo. He'll always ask STUPID questions here and there. Ahahahaa! I find him funny man. He reminds me of Dickson, for those for used to be in WRSS. But not that irritating like him. Cause he look like a sixteen year old dude, but in fact he's 26. And has a Ribena pencil box? I just feel like going up to him and ask, "Hey dude, do you wanna spank some ladies' ass?" Hahahahaaa. Never mind. As long as he's not distruptive, is okay. Sadly, no cool ladies or dudes in the class. Sigh. Offering A. maths. There's one "okay-looking" lady, but talkative. Hahha. A maths is not bad. But need hours of practice. Still, I find it hard since the first lesson man. hahh. No matter what, I have to strive. Aimed for SP. Tired. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kam + Syah: Whoa, chill dudes. Tone dier bukan negative. Don't get me wrong man. Seriously, aku tkde time nk berleteh sane sini pat blog aku nii. C'mon man, your words are true, no time for hatred and jealousy. Lagipon, gue tkd maki2 nama korang pe pat blog. I post it up just because some dudes mentioned your name negatively here and there. That's all. Chillax man. Korang kalau nk igt aku tknk mengaku ke, atau aku bebual mepek ke, tknk percaya ke, tuu korang nye pasal. Kalau nk dendam ngan aku pon tuu korang nye psl. Okay? Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-7022981888132684903?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/7022981888132684903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=7022981888132684903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7022981888132684903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7022981888132684903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6203726275697831480</id><published>2009-02-09T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:27:07.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;Plain Jane Automobile&apos; is an Indie band. Their songs are cool.'/><title type='text'>Going 'MIA.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gonna start schooling tomorrow. Most probably my blog will be dead for don't know how long. Cause I'm not gonna face the comp again. Haishh. Dad's gonna keep the cable. Ohhh man. Will blog as soon as possible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6203726275697831480?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6203726275697831480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6203726275697831480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6203726275697831480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6203726275697831480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/plain-jane-automobile-is-indie-band.html' title='Going &apos;MIA.&apos;'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-7244875780313060331</id><published>2009-02-08T00:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:19:53.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insult-ers'/><title type='text'>My soccer life up and kicking AGAIN. Wohooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired. Match against AJFC. Lost 5-4. Last goal was my mistake. Shitte. Hahahaha. Nevermind. In AJFC, Sam = Diver. Syah + Kamarul = Always insult people behind their back. Haishh. For what reasons? Let them be laa. I'm not that affected although I'm in the list too. Sigh. Surprisingly, the most coolest dude in AJFC is Sham. A changed person I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start schooling on Monday. Wohooo! Can't wait, just because I'm resitting for my 'O' Levels again. Hope there's some interesting classmates. Especially ladies. No, don't think negatively towards me. It's because I have more conflict with guys than girls. And ladies are more matured in the way they communicate with people. They are the most interesting creature alive too. eye2. Except for the ladies mentioned on the previous post. Pfffft. Alright. chill pills guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-7244875780313060331?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/7244875780313060331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=7244875780313060331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7244875780313060331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7244875780313060331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-soccer-life-up-and-kicking-again.html' title='My soccer life up and kicking AGAIN. Wohooo!'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6044193723787025601</id><published>2009-02-05T02:11:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:56:17.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p/s: I REALLY HOPE YOU READ IT.'/><title type='text'>Old friends. Eye-opener.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Syafiqah is making a point. Sometimes it's USELESS to treasure most of your old friends. Maybe for only a handful of it. Why? Cause they don't give a fuck about you after we've graduated. She reminded me of this A &amp;amp; D. Hahhh. You guys don't try to claim that we're missing each other. Or one another. Fuck you. That's all pure BULLSHIT. I'm missing you guys? It's the most wackiest thing ever. And for you 'A', you're seriously an IMMATURE piece of junk. Why? Cause all you've babbled for the past times is also pure HIPPO-SHIT. Worse than that, I guess. I think you've contradicted your words. "Ladies are more mature than men." A big "PFFFFFT". How about yourself? We, as friends in our past times used to quarrel like as if we were in a rocky relationship. Pardon me. But it's the best way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we were that close and we still quarrel that much? Worst still, sometimes over little things. Hahh. You really have to control your temper man. No, no, noo, I'm not saying that I'm perfect too. BUT, at least I don't have 'wailing' tempers like you do. Any objections? And the way you describe yourself is as if you're an ANGEL. PFFFFT. "I'll still try to be nice towards my boyfriend, even how mad he is, whoever he is. But towards friends, I can't help if I get mad." Your 'V'! Then don't think of having friends and go suck his balls laa instead. Pardon my language again. Hey, don't look yourself in the mirror but SCREEN it instead, before commenting on others. Serve you right that your best friend is avoiding you. Hahhh. Try to make changes after you're noticed by friends. And I'll have to agree with Syafiqah that graduating from secondary school IS a happy experience. Why? Cause some friends don't appreciate your presence when you're around them. Still, I missed my secondary school's atmosphere and all. Especially the daily life of it. How I wish that secondary school education life is longer than 4 or 5 years. Or maybe forever? Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6044193723787025601?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6044193723787025601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6044193723787025601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6044193723787025601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6044193723787025601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/internet-connection-is-bitch.html' title='Old friends. Eye-opener.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5370635479663214566</id><published>2009-02-03T02:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:51:04.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bass amplifier'/><title type='text'>Paranoid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SHITTE&lt;/span&gt;! I think this Sympathy song is haunting me. Really, dudes and babes. I don' t know why it's budging me every minute, every hour. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. It's bad. People &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;trying to&lt;/span&gt; chill, but it kept budging me . I kept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; about that moment when the part for the bass solo and the amp is still shut. As in silence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fuck you laa&lt;/span&gt;, amp. And that line which always struck my mind 'Why's there no sound duing your last song?' The performing mate who lend me his bass asked me in Malay at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; nearby Arts House after performing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Wahh&lt;/span&gt;. That's when I got my wire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;FUSEEEDDDD&lt;/span&gt;~ Wondering why is it so hard to let it go. I tell others to chill, but I myself isn't. PARANOIA?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to that misery, a 'far' friend of mine. He told me that he was at the gig, but I didn't notice him there. Popped up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; and he said that my band was cool and whatever shit. That's pleasant. Lead guitarist was on fire. Female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;vocalist&lt;/span&gt;, unexpected. Male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;vocalist&lt;/span&gt; pull through some high notes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;blahh&lt;/span&gt;3. He noticed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Syaheed's&lt;/span&gt; drum solo. He said it was good. Told me that the right guitarist facing the stage was relaxed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;. Then he asked, 'Was the bass amp 'spoilt' when you played There's No Sympathy?'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt; Ehh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;babi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;kau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;pundek&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Nasib&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;tk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;brape&lt;/span&gt; sort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt; that time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Mcm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;sial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Ehh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;bodo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;kalau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;rosak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;takkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt; main, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;babi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Bodo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;nye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;anjing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Sundalan&lt;/span&gt; biol. Seriously, I need a remedy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Hahhaaa&lt;/span&gt;. It's really funny man. And 'it' loves to jump around in my head. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Okayy&lt;/span&gt; enough, everyone take some 'chill pills' alright?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Blahhh&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5370635479663214566?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/5370635479663214566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=5370635479663214566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5370635479663214566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5370635479663214566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid?'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8646956329948669834</id><published>2009-02-02T03:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:48:04.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human change and behave differently overtime.'/><title type='text'>Holy Shit and Frustrations. (Black holes and Revelations.) LONG POST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was our gig at Arts House, Playden. Awesome gig. I was lucky that I don't have stage frights or something. Hit the stage and we performed. Songs we're cool. After our 1st song, audiences suddenly started to fill up the hall. Holy Shitttt! I THINK they sang with us. Hahahhaa. Used someone's bass. Not Azmi's. Was damn lucky. Azmi's bass has 5 strings. Alil difficult. Played a four string bass and luckily it turns out to be cool. Except for the song There's No Sympathy For The Dead. Amp, was ON. Off and on again. Still no sound. Was looking forward for that song. Bass-fill-own-shit. Yepp. Before this, I tried my best to come out with some bass line for that particular part and fits in perfectly. But can't be flamboyant on the gig itself. Blardy. And what annoys me is that freaking question, 'why is there no sound? whats the cause?' And it's still haunting me and I don't know why. Why? CHICKEES were there. So with that little 'solo', I can try to 'impress' them or something. Hahahaaa! Jerk. Tried to hard to impress. Hahahaa. Paisehh btol. Seriously, I have to apologise to my band mates if I was kinda annoying just now. I myself felt weird and frustrated. Be in my shoes man. Never mind. I don't beg about the 'spotlight'. Sigh, sigh, sigh. I was really looking forward for that part man. Seriously. Bass amplifier was a bitch. I was really fed-up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you Ramdhan, you suck man. You've changed and become a DICKHEAD MOFO. Came to your house and asked if you could lend me your bass, instead you asked me to went off. And you said that I came like an 'un-civilised' manner. Wth?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ehhh, FUCK YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just come and ask a simple question. Bodo. You denied that you will allow me to borrow your bass. Hahh. Childish. But I swear that you didn't told me that, dickhead. You're lucky that I was infront of your doorstep. Azirwan said that I'm stupid. Why? Coz I didn't fought back. Diam kau pantat. Never mind. Fought over a small thing. Eeeeee. Childish dickhead. He's a stupid idiot. These kind of people are better off dead. Alright, I need to chill. "There's No Sympathy For The Dead" is haunting me right now. Blahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ohhh, feel free to correct my english. XD HAHAHAAAA! Leave it at the tagboard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8646956329948669834?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8646956329948669834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8646956329948669834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8646956329948669834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8646956329948669834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-shit.html' title='Holy Shit and Frustrations. (Black holes and Revelations.) LONG POST.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-1792953128480774954</id><published>2009-01-31T01:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:03:43.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need a freakin bass.'/><title type='text'>My tagboard is monotonously dead. Can you flood it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Few days back = BOREDOM. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rott&lt;/span&gt;-ed at home. I'm lucky that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; is still by my side to accompany me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hehhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's jamming is the most deafening session ever. Bass sounded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt;. Guitars were loud and sharp. Cymbals... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Errr&lt;/span&gt;. #$%$%^&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;*!!! As if my ear hole are pierced. -.-! And we had little time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jamm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hahhh&lt;/span&gt;. Sucked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;. Just try our luck for Sunday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hmmms&lt;/span&gt;. The problem now, is that I don't have a freaking bass for Sunday! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;. Bitch. Actually I've rented a bass. But it cost $60 for a day? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Whoaa&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm only using it for only 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hahhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Syaheed&lt;/span&gt; was true. 'It's not worth it.' Now I'm frantic than ever to search for people who can lend me their bass guitar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Never mind&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Chillax&lt;/span&gt;. I'll report about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Blahh&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-1792953128480774954?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/1792953128480774954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=1792953128480774954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1792953128480774954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/1792953128480774954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-tagboard-is-monotonously-dead-can.html' title='My tagboard is monotonously dead. Can you flood it?'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2573718332079895779</id><published>2009-01-28T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:26:43.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agnes Monica.'/><title type='text'>MUSE is the coolest band. Trust me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to make my decision soon man. Seriously. I can't stand keeping my hair grow every second. Why? Cause I can't figure out on which hairstyle is the most appropriate for me. Shitt.  The longer it grows, the more harder the style will stay. As in it won't get flat easily. And its thickening. Very sickening. I won't hesitate to go bald or G.I. hairstyle man. And it's gonna be my first time. It's just a matter of time. Maybe I'll cut it around March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching an Indonesian drama here and I'm getting irritated with their scenes. All of the other dramas too. They are all kinda draggg. Every drama has almost the same synopsis. You see, a character of a mum will be the evil bitch and the son or the daughter will fall in love with the opposite gender of course, who has a poor family. There comes another character who's so egoistic and tryna destroy the family. Whichever family in that story. Pardon my description. And the director will try his best to make audiences curse any of the evil character. Especially the mommy. Urghh. Such a drag. Now, I'm tryna find replacements to these kinda shows. Maybe I should still watch Indonesian drama but more to the kiddy dramas. They're better. Ohhh, and AGNES MONICA is so damn gorgeous. How I wish she could sing to me every single day. Hehh. It's just my wild imagination. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2573718332079895779?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2573718332079895779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2573718332079895779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2573718332079895779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2573718332079895779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/muse-is-coolest-band-trust-me.html' title='MUSE is the coolest band. Trust me.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5488513200277463845</id><published>2009-01-28T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:35:00.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll take back my words. Not my first sunburn.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today lazy uhh want to blog. See if tomorrow if I have the mood to type shits out. Nothing much happened for today. So that's it. Take care gong gong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5488513200277463845?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/5488513200277463845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=5488513200277463845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5488513200277463845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5488513200277463845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-lazy-uhh-want-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-4058885547083243627</id><published>2009-01-26T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:51:15.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not satisfied with my blog skin.'/><title type='text'>I think I'm gonna get my first SUNBURN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, let's divide this post into two days; Friday and last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jamming was damn awesome. Seriously. Everything went smooth and had some 'slacking' time in the studio. As in we took a break from our rehearsal. But still, I'm trying my best to hit the notes perfectly. That wasn't the only thing. I got to hold the sticks and hit the drums! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;. \m/ Re-live the nostalgic times when I used to play drums. Cool Shit. Played BAT COUNTRY followed by BEAST AND THE HARLOT. And it's back to back guys. How's that? Cool. I hope the off-beats are not obvious. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehhe&lt;/span&gt;. Then got to sing Plug in Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the bass. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ridwan&lt;/span&gt; was on the bass. Then sang Face Down. Cried my lungs during the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;screamo&lt;/span&gt;' part. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pfffft&lt;/span&gt;! No, it's true. But I think I blew it off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahhaa&lt;/span&gt;! And now my right wrist is hurt. Why? Too much of air drums at home, dreaming that I could touch on the drums again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for Saturday, picnic at East Coast. Stayed overnight there. Went there at 10 in the morning and can't withstand the scorching heat. The tents are all over the open space, that's the reason why. I think people who conquered their tents under the trees must be laughing at us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Barbecue&lt;/span&gt;-d in the evening where the rest meet up with us. Didn't slept the whole night. Went 'adventuring'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;. Was frustrated when I can't get to see '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;makhluk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;halus&lt;/span&gt;' when the rest got to see it. But they roughly saw it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;laa&lt;/span&gt;. Went back. Slacked for a moment, then went again. 4 of us. This time round. We sat under a tree where there's a bench. Let me describe the tree. Thick stem, looked like small stem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sticked&lt;/span&gt; together actually. Hair-like I don't know what flowing down from branches. And I don't dare to look up. Sat for just 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. Then went off. Shared each other of what they felt. Back to camp. Boredom. Then, good morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Catched&lt;/span&gt; sunrise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yepp&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't sleep at all. Sigh. Swim, games, eat. Home. The next thing was my damn bed! 6 pm on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, 11 in the next morning. :D PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-4058885547083243627?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/4058885547083243627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/4058885547083243627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-im-gonna-get-my-first-sunburn.html' title='I think I&apos;m gonna get my first SUNBURN.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3184173876142527106</id><published>2009-01-21T00:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:40:17.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart&apos;s beating again. for the moment...'/><title type='text'>Finally I've finalised selecting my fucking blogskin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoa. My heart's beating again. Finally, she went 'online' just now. Was strucked for a moment. Hehhe. Kinda miss her laa. But never fails to experience some small setbacks. I think she's avoiding me sometimes. I don't know. Maybe it's just me. Or maybe it's the truth. I'm seriously clueless. Cause' once she told me that she's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ATTACHED&lt;/span&gt;. Awww. But somehow I feel like she's lying. Her tone goes like, "wait a minute. who say that i'm attached?" Me: "So you're not?" Then suddenly she said that she is. Hmmms. Nevermind. I still think that she's not. Other than that, she always give excuses like homeworks and stuff. Well, I hope she's really studying. "O" Levels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mahh&lt;/span&gt;. But I see that she's damn busy like hell. Juggling CCAs. And I can't get 'closer' to her. You know what I mean. And I'm not a STALKER you idiotic fool. Alright, chillax~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting fed up with my PSP. Seriously. It's really getting on my nerves. I was playing soccer matches when it suddenly went blank. And you PSP got lucky that I didn't throw you man. Blardy shit. Nevermind, I still &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; you laa. Be nice next time okay? I've found my solution to it. Turning on the 'Autosave' mode. Hehee! I don't care if I lose or win. Pfft. Whatever seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3184173876142527106?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3184173876142527106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3184173876142527106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3184173876142527106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3184173876142527106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-ive-finalised-editing-my.html' title='Finally I&apos;ve finalised selecting my fucking blogskin.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3744873154122237733</id><published>2009-01-20T00:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:17:01.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chewing on bubble gummy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every single day is a boring day. Do you know that? Hahhh. Nowadays, I'm sitting at home, feeling PARANOID. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do. Cannot do anything laa.&lt;/span&gt; I wanna go out and work, but parents have BANNED me. Yeah. That's the word. And it's because of my "O" Levels result. Urgh. Nevermind, Choices have Consequences. So this is my consequence. Hmph. Now I'm stuck at home. I really wanna go to school man. At least there's something to do. But staying at home and watching the time flies is really dreadful. Going out won't be a solution. Why? MONEY. Yeah. It's hard for me to be thrifty. Although there's some notes in my wallet, still, I have to save it for rainy days. Hmmms. I just can't wait to apply as Private "O" Candidate. So I can start studying again. And with DETERMINATION. Fuhhh. Cocky shit. But I'll promise I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmms. I don't know whether I'm jealous or not. But it seems that some of my friends are really as LUCKY as BASTARDS. One of my friend told me that there's a lady who's interested in him. He claimed that she's all over him, which is true. And communicating with him using bombastic words. You know who you are if you're reading this you lucky bastard. And another friend, he found out that this lady he's having a crush on likes him too. Whoa, and that lady is rated 8/10 for me. Good enough. Sigh. Wondering when will those similar situations fall on me. Well, not as similar laa. Just hoping for an ounce of attraction though. Maybe, I am jealous with their situations, just that I don't wanna admit. Have I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3744873154122237733?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3744873154122237733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3744873154122237733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3744873154122237733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3744873154122237733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/chewing-on-bubble-gummy.html' title='Chewing on bubble gummy~'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-555631160287573489</id><published>2009-01-19T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:46:01.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom and restlessness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happened today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Went jamming as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Thinks that 1st Feb is getting closer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Lepak-ed with mates: Syaheed, Rashidin, Mundzir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Harsh jokes. (physically)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Home. CHILL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why I wanna post the lyric of this song. Maybe it's for fun. But it's a cool song. So random. Bleah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Controlling my feelings for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Controlling my feelings for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Controlling my feelings for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Controlling my feelings for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forcing our darkest souls to unfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And forcing our darkest souls to unfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pushing us into self destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pushing us into self destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me dream your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me scream your screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to please you for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to please you for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visions of greed you wallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visions of greed you wallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visions of greed you wallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Visions of greed you wallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me dream your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me scream your screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Controlling my feelings for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Controlling my feelings for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And forcing our darkest souls to unfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And forcing our darkest souls to unfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And pushing us into self destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And pushing us into self destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me dream your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And they make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make me scream your screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SHOW BIZ - MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-555631160287573489?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/555631160287573489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=555631160287573489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/555631160287573489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/555631160287573489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/boredom-and-restlessness.html' title='Boredom and restlessness.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3947431009591361085</id><published>2009-01-15T01:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:13:26.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facing life like a real man.'/><title type='text'>Facing life like a real man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life's full of challenges huh? Yeah, its really starting to get challenging for me. I have problems wondering about what my future lies ahead and parents to hypnotize. Yepp. HYPNOTIZE. Or 'Psycho'. Whatever it is. Actual story was: Mum and I went to my school to reapply back to school as I've made a decision to re-sit for my 'O' Levels again. Can't allow to get in, just because I was on my slippers. hahh. Whatever laa. Mom went in. Don't know what they were up to. She came out and suddenly told me to make a decision to select courses in ITE?! What the hell? No way. That 2 fucking bastards, which is the principal and my form teacher has poisoned my mum's mind. Arrghhhh! Shit! She's forcing me to get into Aerospace in Yishun Campus? NO WAAAAYYY! School of Hanyut. Urgh. Now I'm having probs slow-talking my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really broken up when she asked me: Have you made your decision? So i said: Retaking 'O' Levels. She said: Okay fine. All the fees and expenses your gonna pay it YOURSELF. then she went off for work. My heart was ripped off for a moment. Seriously. It really hit me hard. My dad was already off-communication with me. So we didn't talk at all since the day I got my results. According to mum, he's really disappointed with my results. Now I understand how disappointing for a son destroying all hopes of a parent. Being the black sheep of the family. Not a good role model for my siblings. Its really sad. I know, mum and dad. But, I just need a single chance and a year to put me back on track. I know the fees and expenses are gonna be expensive. I don't know. Now, my parents are not suspending me from working. Tsk. Darns. Well, I guess this is the real life man. Challenges are coming up and fast. And it's time to face it like a real man. This is it. I seriously am clueless what's gonna happen next. Ohh God. Help me please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3947431009591361085?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3947431009591361085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3947431009591361085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3947431009591361085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3947431009591361085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifes-full-of-challenges-huh-yeah-its.html' title='Facing life like a real man.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8899114444790663028</id><published>2009-01-13T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:14:06.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ERMA is her name.'/><title type='text'>ERMA is her name huh. Hmmms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay everyone this is it. The 'O' Level results. 32 points. Yeah, I know. Thats bad. And people have been sms-ing or calling me on that day. Yeah, I appreciate your concern and what-so-ever laa. But its really annoying. Calls after calls. Messages popped up every single fucking minute. Whatever, seriously. Ohh, and its not because i'm embarrassed or what, cause even if i get good grades and low points, i won't be going around telling about my points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt bad about my results of course. I didn't know about the rest of my mates. I hope you guys have better grades than me. And having a whole load of courses up for you guys. Hmmms. Most probably I'll have to re-take my 'O' levels again and I think thats my only solution. Hopefully its the best. Check out my grades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng: 8&lt;br /&gt;Maths:8&lt;br /&gt;Combined Science: 8&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humans: 8&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;t: Surprisingly, 5. Was expecting 2 or 1. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;MT: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it's SHOCKING or whatever shit laa. pfft. First 4 subjects tells you the whole story. No engineering courses. Even course-metic won't take me I guess. Tomorrow I'll try to apply back to WRSS just to re-sit for my 'O's AGAIN. Hopefully, Mrs Kok will the 2nd chance. Haii. Cause, she's one hell of a principal. Darns.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm still clueless what future lies ahead. I'll just promise myself not to fall again if there's a chance for me. And finally, I really learned my lesson well after receiving this *negatively insulting word here* results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You'll learn your lesson, BUT FIRST YOU'LL FALL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8899114444790663028?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8899114444790663028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8899114444790663028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8899114444790663028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8899114444790663028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-everyone-this-is-it.html' title='ERMA is her name huh. Hmmms.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8720805263455879824</id><published>2009-01-05T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:14:47.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Felt motivated for gym visits.'/><title type='text'>Felt motivated for gym visits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This thing happens all the time. Throughout the day, there must be something that I wanna reflect in this damn blog. Its like: okay, im gonna share this shit in my blog. Plus my excited-ness too. But when i've logged on into this page, then the topic will be erased. And I'll forget every single thing of it. Feels like shit. Ahhh whatever laaa. I need to chill. So, blahhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I wish you, would miss me. The way that I missed youuuu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8720805263455879824?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8720805263455879824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8720805263455879824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8720805263455879824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8720805263455879824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-thing-happens-all-time.html' title='Felt motivated for gym visits.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2129550839461777567</id><published>2009-01-05T00:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:15:17.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;THIS IDIOT IS LOVESICK.&quot;'/><title type='text'>"THIS IDIOT IS LOVESICK."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sat. Morning got soccer match. Against don't know what team. Danial's friend I guess. Won 5-2. Home to rest. Around 4, went to Orchard with Alil, Muhsin, Wan, Zhap and Azri. Took some walk here and there. Wisma to Heeren. Heeren to Far East. End to End. Then went to Esplanade. Watched a performance. Band: Raindrops? By The Waterfront whatever laa. 11 went home. Bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sun. Went jamming. As usual, mates are awesome. Finished jamm, went to Civic Centre. Chillax there. Rashydin and Lynn went to catch Twilight at 7. Mund went home to pray and came back. The couples returned after the movie too. Jokes till 10. Then, home. Now slacking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lazy to describe in detail. Tired + boredom = ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2129550839461777567?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2129550839461777567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2129550839461777567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2129550839461777567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2129550839461777567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/sat.html' title='&quot;THIS IDIOT IS LOVESICK.&quot;'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-2634654938006656369</id><published>2009-01-01T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:15:44.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing someone AGAIN.'/><title type='text'>Missing someone AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looked forward for a fresh new day. Planned to meet Syafiqah and chillax with her. But then she didn't called or messaged. Woke up around 1 in the afternoon. Household chores and got ready. Yepp. HOUSEHOLD CHORES. Tryna start the day right. pffft. Whatever. Met TOV members by the Woodlands Town Garden Lake for an 'acoustic session.' Had stomach cramps due to too much of laughter. Entertainer: Syaheed and Mundzir. They got into the 'PELEPAH BRAWL' and end up Mundzir had some cut in his finger. HAHAHHAA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went to accompany Mundzir to have his haircut. As usual, Syaheed, with his stupid jokes. AHHAAHA! Anak dier kua conferm dahh besar cam dier nye. Mr Joker btol. Hahhh. Mundzir looked like a school boy after his haircut. Went Causeway Point and KFC for a Zinger Meal. Headed to Civic and lepak-ed. Chill till about 9+, then blahhh. Bought Ramly Burger with Din, then home. And, now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MISSING SOMEONE, BADLY... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-2634654938006656369?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/2634654938006656369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=2634654938006656369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2634654938006656369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/2634654938006656369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/looked-forward-for-fresh-new-day.html' title='Missing someone AGAIN.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8986195918216222142</id><published>2009-01-01T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:16:12.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year. -.-'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year -.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 09' everyone! Hahhaaa. Its a new year. Hmmms. Looking forward for a better change I hope. What a boring day today. Haii. I 'ground' myself not to go out. Cause I don't wish to disappoint my parents again although they didn't knew anything about the other day. Suspected, YES. But not the whole thing. Sat home and rot, throughout the whole day with activities like watching teevee, sitting in front of this damn comp and have meals. Pathetic isn't it? Was looking forward for a different countdown moments but it turns out to be the same this year. Darn. Azirwan, asked if I could join he, Yani and Khalid out. Too bad, I HAVE to reject it. Hope you guys had your fun. *Roll eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just hope my new years fucking resolution will be on my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Hope for a successful results for 'O' levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Be a good son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Study hard.&lt;br /&gt;-New wardrobe and appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Speak more english. DON'T LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;-SOCIALIZE more. *cheeky eyebrow raises.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-Stop being an EGO FUCKER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;-No grudges on anyone. (If any, just fuck it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's not all. I just can't think of more resolutions for now. and I think that resolutions are all crap. Serious. You'll remember it for a few days and then those words that you've promised for a change will fade. Objections?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8986195918216222142?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8986195918216222142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8986195918216222142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8986195918216222142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8986195918216222142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-09-everyone-hahhaaa.html' title='Happy New Year -.-'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3730555957818347305</id><published>2008-12-30T00:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:16:31.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DRUNK.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drink'/><title type='text'>Drink, Drank, Drunk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oke&lt;/span&gt; children. I'm gonna make this short and simple. Feeling like there's some weight sitting on my eyelid. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, let's start off from last two nights. Initial plan was to hang around with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McSpa&lt;/span&gt; friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Skali&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BUEY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;. Went to meet some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fareiz's&lt;/span&gt; friends. SOCIALIZING WAS DAMN COOL. Seriously. Knew a few heads and made friends with them like twat. Yeah. They had a 'Free Flow' of beers and liquors at this bar called Home Club. 18 was the legal age. FYI I'm 17. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahh&lt;/span&gt;. I was lucky that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fareiz&lt;/span&gt; had his pass that looked like me. The security checked it and... GREEN LIGHT. Next minute I was damn excited like hell to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blardy&lt;/span&gt; core. Didn't expect to get so lucky. Imagine that you entered some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; place where your age is the fucking issue. Who cares. I'm already in the club. Had a glass of Sprite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Oke&lt;/span&gt;, I know it sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;KENTAL&lt;/span&gt;. But there's this Shafiq, a friend of Fareiz, offered me to have a sip of Vodka with Sprite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;. Taste was so awful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;. Took a few more glass. Saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sadiq&lt;/span&gt; got drunk. He's talking crap. I was surprised. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hahh&lt;/span&gt;. Approaching my 3rd or 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; glass and I was beginning to feel 'dizzy'. Next second, I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lalalala&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;blablabla&lt;/span&gt;-land. Seriously wasn't conscious about what I'm doing. But before that, I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;vomitted&lt;/span&gt; some shit. As in the liquor shit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;. Then gone. At a point of time, I was already okay. But I followed the speak of the devil and BOUGHT 3 or 4 glass of it, AGAIN. There goes the 'Free Flow' shit. GONE, AGAIN. Found him at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dancefloor&lt;/span&gt;, joined the rest. And had some knocks. Clumsy knocks. According to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Fareiz&lt;/span&gt;, I was Drunk and 'WASTED'~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HAHAAAAHAAHHAAAAHH&lt;/span&gt;! How am I suppose to know when I'm drunk? He told me that there was once in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dancefloor&lt;/span&gt; where I pulled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Sadiq&lt;/span&gt; along and landed on the edge of the speaker base. Yeah, edge of it. No wonder my back hurts. Bruise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hehhe&lt;/span&gt;. How clumsy can that be when you're DRUNK? Somehow, I was out of the bar and followed them to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; where they had their supper. That time I was roughly, oke. Stabilizing. Not for me, as in 'supper', cause my head was damn damn damn heavy. Seriously. Took a cab home with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Fareiz&lt;/span&gt; at 5 a.m. Reached home, headed to the toilet, took off my contact lenses. Had a glance at the toilet bowl and splattered some vomit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah. I think that was my 2nd time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; throughout that night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, Part 3 of it came at 12 in the afternoon the next day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Finished it, sat down, and reflected about last night. Darn. BOOZED and got WASTED~ How bout that guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Hahh&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was Sunday afternoon and had to work. Meet up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; Nadya and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Fareiz&lt;/span&gt;. She knew and was surprised that I was drunk yesterday night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Nvm&lt;/span&gt;. "A decent guy like you got drunk?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;*Shrugged* Headed to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;jemputan&lt;/span&gt; place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Kuda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Kepang&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. Finished around 9. Late Dinner. Unload stuffs. Home. Missed that Emil lady. Whatever her name is. She's also 17 and entered the bar too. Sweet lady. crushcrushcrush. Things just happen without a reason. Nothing much that happened today. Sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of this comp and rot... And how about that dudes and chicks? Surprised to know that I BOOZED, DRUNK and got WASTED? Its more surprising to me actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3730555957818347305?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3730555957818347305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3730555957818347305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3730555957818347305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3730555957818347305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/12/oke-children.html' title='Drink, Drank, Drunk.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6921419012479653330</id><published>2008-12-25T00:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:16:48.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MERRY CHRISTMAS.'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJwiQalgXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9KXoetJERQY/s1600-h/DSCN0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283409046683353458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJwiQalgXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9KXoetJERQY/s320/DSCN0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJvydK75uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-yKddb_KHRk/s1600-h/DSCN0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283408225473652450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJvydK75uI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-yKddb_KHRk/s320/DSCN0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJu6PzlvzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ZXGARIU148/s1600-h/DSCN0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283407259813396274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJu6PzlvzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ZXGARIU148/s320/DSCN0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJtJeXQv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0oib8klrzXU/s1600-h/DSCN0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283405322395893730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJtJeXQv-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/0oib8klrzXU/s320/DSCN0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday~ Went jamming with band mates. I swear it was the best session ever. For me. EUPHORIC. Everyone was cool. \m/ Rock on band mates. News of possible gig held at ART HOUSE? Where the hell? Got a little excited, but still, no high hopes yet. Hmmms. Went to Esplanade with them and had some shots. Jokes here and there and Syaheed is an ASS. Joke-freak. Seriously. He just can't stop cracking jokes. Even at Rashydin's house after the Esplanade trip. Just can't stop laughing. Hahhh. &lt;em&gt;Lepak&lt;/em&gt;-ed at Rashydin's house as mentioned. Mund and Syaheed had pranks all over their sleeves. His damn voice just make me and Rashy laugh like a fool. Hahh! Gay partners. Three of us went home late and I believe we got some scolding from our own parents. Seems like our &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; time is not enough. \m/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;As for today, which is just now, not much of event that took place. Woke up at....1?! hahh! Damn tired dudes. Went to Din's house as planned, but without Syaheed. Mund came abt 2mins after me. &lt;em&gt;Lepak&lt;/em&gt;-ed, guitars. At 5, went to meet Azi nd friends for soccer. Drizzled. Fusion boys came. Played with them. As in a match. Finished at about 7? Rain poured. Ran to 888 with Fitri, Faris, Yani nd Azi. Usop went home. Bought two meals of Zinger meal for myself. Yep. FOR MYSELF. Hang out at Azi's house, nd we're like &lt;strong&gt;GAY.&lt;/strong&gt; Shirtless and SEXY. Pfft. Home at 11.30 in the night. Nd now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blahhh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;OHHH, FINALLY, I'VE FINALISED MY BLOG SKIN. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yet, not satisfied. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;*Merry Christmas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6921419012479653330?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6921419012479653330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6921419012479653330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6921419012479653330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6921419012479653330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-went-jamming-with-band-mates.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvp_mvkDa2o/SVJwiQalgXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9KXoetJERQY/s72-c/DSCN0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-6655200426445549287</id><published>2008-12-21T23:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:17:14.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss blogging.'/><title type='text'>Miss blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Woww. Its been a long time since i blog this shit. Hahh. Kinda miss this thing, although im lazy at times. Oke, lets start somewhere from last friday. Went jamming with scabs all over my body. Hahh. Just for fun to make my buddies happy. Although i had a bad day before it. Quarrel with some lads at that particular somewhere. You know who you are. And its over some small shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd i thought that by going jamm on that day would somehow cheer myself up. but it turns out to be the SUCKIEST one. I just dont have the form nd wasnt in the mood. I've always looked forward to sing everytime we visit the studio, but this time rd, well, its not going my way. I hope u guys understand. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, its sat nd i woke up so damn early to go for soccer training. Got ready with my eyes half open and went to sembawang. But i dont see anyone on the field. I was pissed nd was wondering why there's no training. What the hell. Went home frustrated and ate breakfast, then slept. Woke up at 3+ and got ready to go out with Azirwan and Yani to town. And SOMEONE was late. Yani and I were waiting for him. Darn~ Nvm, went to Heeren first and saw Syafiqah there nd she was attending to a customer. Hahh! She worked there. Hmmms. We went to city hall nd esplanade then. Lepak. Cool sunset! Took some pics nd we're like gay shit. hahha. Got excited when we saw some HOTTIES here and there. Cool place. Got tired and went back to Orchard Rd and walk all the way to Somerset MRT station and went back to Woodlands? What a waste of time. KFC at CP then went home. Nice trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, which was yesterday had passed only just now. Nothing much happened. Went to meet Afad for a haircut. Jus a simple one. "Layered cut." Whatever it call. Saw Ain Minhat nd siblings before and after meeting Afad. Azhar too. Went home, took a bath. Sleep. Woke up at 8 and watched soccer match, S'pore against Vietnam. Stupid NOH ALAM SHAH cant capitalise dozen of chances given to him. Such a DICKHEAD~ I think that my dad can play better than him although he's slow because of his belly. AHAHA! And now i am sitting here, reminiscing. Hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*S'pore 0-1 Vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-6655200426445549287?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/6655200426445549287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=6655200426445549287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6655200426445549287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/6655200426445549287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/12/woww.html' title='Miss blogging.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-5827227551032970708</id><published>2008-11-16T00:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:17:46.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A week without update. Sorry.'/><title type='text'>A week without update. Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Hello blogger! Hahh. Im back. MIA-ed. A week without updates. Hahh! There should be alot of things that i have to share i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed to Fri was the chalet outing with Yani &amp;amp; Helmi, Ain &amp;amp; Azhar, Wan &amp;amp; Amirah. Hahhh. And theres no Fido &amp;amp; *someone*. Single-Bastard. Nehh not sad. I'm lucky not to have one. Chill. There should be more people attending this chalet but it turns out to be only 7 ppl. Dayme. What a waste. I dont know. Seems like our planning sucks. Pfft. Sat ard at the kopitiam opposite of our sch the day before and 'planned' the whole thing. But still, it turns out to be a BORING chalet trip. Dont understand at all actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Came nd checked in. We arrived at 1.30 in the afternoon and found out that we can only check in at 3. -_-. When lunch with Ain nd family. With friends. Checked in at 3 then and was amazed. Big hall. 2 storeys with 2 rooms each. Cool kitchen, nd most view was nice across the bbq porch. Whoa. Kinda cool. Spend the whole day playing psp. Night falls and ddnt sleep the whole night. Yani's mum, 2nd bro nd sister in law came to check out the chalet. nd sent us some food to eat. They chilled nd went home. Late in the night Yani's 1st bro came. FYI- She has 3 bros. Shes the last. Didnt sleep for me and throughout the night we chat, chat, chat, chat, chat, i dont know how many times nd dragged up till morning. Planned to watch the sunrise but the it didnt rose on the beach view. Hehh. Instead it was the opposite side. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs. Slept. Woke up at 11. Ate. Chill, chill, chill. Boredom. Then Ain's family came. Night falls bbq. Holy shit! Food was damn nice. Chicken patty was ~. Swallowed and gobbled everything. Slept at two with Yani. Damn tired. Oke what ever u wanna say abt me sleeping in the same room. Nothing happened. SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri. Woke up at dont know what time then took a shower. Sat at the rocks by the beach with Yani. Awesome view ahead. Sea breeze. A Place for relaxation. Chat. Ain called coz her father had arrived to fetch. Breakfast at jln kayu nd home for them. I have to rush for work. Damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was a dope. Backache. Restlessness. And had to entertained a customer's choosy attitude. Whatever. Ate breakfast at Adm McD with fariez nd sister with sadiq. Jokes here and there then home. And earlier today was coool! Hehh. Went jamming with brothers. Rashidin, Mundzir, Syaheed and Ridhwan. COOL SHIT. Improved every week, every song. Respect u guys man. Cool boys. Jokes here and there. Ate after that and headed straight to Swee Lee somewhere in Bras Basah complex? Basah hbs. Went civic with Syaheed and Rashidin. Lepak. The rest went home. Now, sitting in front of this comp. Entertaining my mood and emotions. Tiredness too. Have to rest. Storytell soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-5827227551032970708?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/5827227551032970708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=5827227551032970708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5827227551032970708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/5827227551032970708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-blogger-hahh.html' title='A week without update. Sorry.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-463200720685256342</id><published>2008-11-08T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:18:05.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draaagggg</title><content type='html'>TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home the whole day and rot in from of this comp. I dont know what else to do. Watched A7X through youtube. Log in Friendster and log back out. Strummed the guitar. Hahhh. Ohhh. WATCH THE TIME FLIES. Dickhead. Now. Tired~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed here i come. Goodnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-463200720685256342?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/463200720685256342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=463200720685256342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/463200720685256342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/463200720685256342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-such-boring-day.html' title='Draaagggg'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-8964436597499471159</id><published>2008-11-08T00:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:18:29.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamming session'/><title type='text'>Jamming Session.</title><content type='html'>Today. SICKLY HAPPY. Hahhh! Euphoric shit. Went jamming at Dhobby Ghaut. Wohhhoo! Went jamming with rashidin and friends at this place called paradise city whatever place. Studio was cool. Equipment was FLAWLESS. Admired the shits. Played songs like Bat Country, M.I.A., Critical Acclaim. Basically, A7X laa. Ohh me? Played the bass. Johnny Christ? Pfft. Sort of. Throughout the session, we felt like playing on the real stage. Fuck, we completed most songs. Damn we're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit-ed the studio. TEMPORARY DEAFNESS. Hahhh! Sick. Maybe we should get a pair of earplugs each. Yeah. Ate at LJS. Too much fun. Laughter all over. Joke(s) of the day: Vocalist's jeans got torn up. Hahahha! Cool members. Nvm. Next week will be our next. Can't wait. But still, i feel that i wanna drop back to my old sick 'band'. But i dont get any 'rebound state'. Damn. As if im working alone. Nevermind. This will be my last attempt on 'getting' band members back together. Feels like shit uhh? Passion. Pfft. BULLSHIT. Not to a band like this. Fuck everything. All messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, morning everybody. Take Care. :) :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-8964436597499471159?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/8964436597499471159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=8964436597499471159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8964436597499471159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/8964436597499471159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/11/today.html' title='Jamming Session.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-3323909444650063291</id><published>2008-11-07T00:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:18:53.814+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screwed.'/><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>A fucked up day for me today. everything jus sucks. hah! Quarrelled with my sibings nd end up punching my sis in the arm. feeling: great. after all this while, ive been waiting this moment. ive been covering her shits nd nonsensical behaviour. shes full of crape. had some dispute with my parents, over me punching my sis? pfft. whatever. i dont really care at all. hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had planned for a gym visit. with one of my friend. nd he blew it off by going for his damn. added to my frustration actually. but nvm. i guess it happens all the time when the situation is between you nd ur friend nd you have to make a choice. 'nonok' first. but. its a blessing in disguise i guess. why? had to stay home nd get 'FUCKED' by parents. So here i am. At my worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-3323909444650063291?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/3323909444650063291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=3323909444650063291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3323909444650063291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/3323909444650063291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/11/fucked-up-day-for-me-today.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-92431795738670269</id><published>2008-11-04T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:19:19.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outing with Syaf nd Yani.'/><title type='text'>Outing.</title><content type='html'>Tuesday. The unofficial day for the end of O-Levels. Wooohooo~ Everything is almost over. Just ALMOST. Although im left with one paper but still, u cant be complacent. Hehh! Correct what. MCQ's qn for science. Ohh yaa, btw D&amp;amp;T paper is a killer. Damn the ppr was hard. jus cant believe it. even few of the smartest said the ppr was hard. whoa. how surprising. i jus hope for the best. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. went out with syafiqah nd aryani. to robinson raffles city. job interview for them bla3. quarell with yani as usual. then heeren. they bought some footwears individually. jus follow, follow nd follow. rather than sitting home and rot! oke laa. not bad laa. hope syafiqah is oke. chill. raced home. turned on the comp. *which is now* nd strum guitar. strum3. jus njoy. BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that our last paper was on monday. oke its actually tuesday. what ever. its jus the last day of everything. for our secondary sch moments. and its gonna be OUR LAST HR TOGETHER. SHIT. how time flies. nvm. i'll tell the moments on tues then. PEACE~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-92431795738670269?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/92431795738670269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=92431795738670269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/92431795738670269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/92431795738670269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/11/tuesday.html' title='Outing.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511306941044021716.post-7883594717105626227</id><published>2008-11-03T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:19:39.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My first post. Pfft.'/><title type='text'>First Damn Post.</title><content type='html'>Suuup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahhh! Its my first damn post. Believe it or not. I've been struggling to get through of this blardy shit. Luckily, theres that friend of mine who has tried to make changes here nd there. Thanks dudde! Hahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say laa for today. I think that is all. This stupid post, about my new blog shit. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511306941044021716-7883594717105626227?l=hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/feeds/7883594717105626227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511306941044021716&amp;postID=7883594717105626227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7883594717105626227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511306941044021716/posts/default/7883594717105626227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hysterical-flamboyance.blogspot.com/2008/11/suuup-hahhh-its-my-first-damn-post.html' title='First Damn Post.'/><author><name>Firdaus!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16253464399742800703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
